We will sing pretty songs about love,
and we will fight if that's what it takes,
and we won't back down.
No, we won't shut our eyes and go to sleep.
We will write all over your walls, and we will dance to no music at all.
We will do what it takes
to get through to you.

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...Somebody hang me from a pedestal and prop my eyelids open with toothpicks, kthx.

I. AM. DROP. DEAD. TIRED.

Yeah, so t'day I woke up at 6am, had my morning expresso, then bundled myself off to MacRitchie for my second canoeing training. Instead of like the last training, Maxy and I took the T-boats out with two other seniors; which was a different experience, and much more intense [sorry Maxy, but duh].

We rowed for ten km. ...And yes, yes. I know. It's not like we just broke a record or killed the canoeists' version of Goliath or whatever. BUTBUT. It was way better than our first training, when we only did 5km. [Pathetic, I know; but it seemed like a decent distance at the time.]
So's. We doubled our distance, which- yeah, is a puhretty good thing for us two n00bs. Whee us. Aaaand we worked on our technique [punch and pull!], aaaand worked on our stamina.

Oh boy, our stamina.

It was also kinduv awkwardish 'cuz I was seated in front, and I kept splashing the senior sitting behind me. *grins* [It was an accident, I swear!] ...But technically, I still ended up wetter than him, so it doesn't count.

Ohyeah, and I got a tan. ...Like, seriously, dude. I got a tan. And duddde. It's, like, bi-coloured, yo.
Which is just wrong, and I totally need to even it out.
Dudddddeee.

Mmhm. And after training; I basically crashed for an hour and a half. I was tired and hungry and all, yeah; but strangely enough- I enjoyed it. ...So I guess you could say it was fun in a painful way...? Is there such a thing?
Well if there isn't, then I just invented it.
So ha, Guinness Book of World Records.

Grah, so that's my day summed up. My legs feel so disgustingly underexercised. Gaw. ...They feel like *insertoverlygraphicdescriptionshere*.

Oh yeah Nic, I totally agree. Carmen Fantasy clashes with Nine Days. Like, durrrrrr.
So I have a proposition.
Whydoncha tune down the classical music for like, just a few seconds; go to my blog, leave countless love tags extolling how wunnerful I am [X)], and headbang to the happy music for a while.
Just a while, I swear.

Pfee, I'm sorry there isn't anything overly juicy for y'all to gossip about this time round.
...See?
My life is just a mild, calm, ocean...

Ohmmmmmmmmmm.

XOXO!